Baron Lacroix Novels & Stories

" By the way, I'm your uncle Baron. Nice meeting you, our princess. " " I'm not a princess. " Azalea pointed her index finger towards Lorenzo's face. " Uncle, why do you have a scar on your face? " " Oh, this? " Baron touch his scar right on his cheek. " This scar symbolize my braveness. " " Braveness? " Azalea seems clueless about what he said. " Why do you have a wound if you're brave? " There was a moment of silence between them. Baron couldn't figure out whether he should laugh at the girl's innocentness or get hurt because she had a point.

I visibly felt like puking at the thought making Elizabeth laugh at my expression but that only seemed to anger Benjamin more. “I’ve had enough of this, okay! Katrine has a lot of connections, and through which I have gotten to be a part of Joseph Lachlan’s upcoming project. Imagine what would he feel when all the news channels have the headline of your fake marriage.” He states as he laughs like the stupid person he is. I was actually worried, Joseph had built an empire and reputation. It would hurt him a lot if such controversies come up. “Get out now or I’ll throw you out.” I warn him as his presence makes me want to murder him. I finally understand what Aaron felt all this time.

If only her mother is still alive. ------ London, England The Lanesborough is the grandest hotel in all of London. The biggest names in the city and around the world stayed or celebrated their special occasions in the hotel. And as the newest business partner of L'etalon, a manufacturer of the fastest race cars and sports cars globally, Marionne Castello was invited to the inauguration of L'etalon's latest creation. Étalon Sauvage is a series of sports cars that ranges from forty-five million to two hundred million dollars.

Baron approached him, a sinister smile playing on his face. "So, my Alpha, where do we begin?" Baron asked, his voice dripping with anticipation. * * * The harsh wind whipped around Lancelot as he navigated through the icy landscape. He prayed to catch a whiff of Victoria's scent, but luck seemed to elude him. As he traveled farther away from the borders of his clan, he stumbled upon blood-stained footprints. His heart raced, hoping against hope that they belonged to Victoria. But to his disappointment, none matched her scent. Frustrated, he tried to etch her fragrance into his memory, the lone wolf braving the biting cold with ease. He decided to take a momentary pause in his journey, allow

His french accent was very strong. “You must be Monsieur Ethan, yes? Such a nice place and you—magnifique! I blinked. “Who are you?” He acted shocked, like I had said something offensive. “Who am I? Mon dieu, I am Laurent. Designer to the most exclusive of men. Mr. Veyron requested me personally.” “Alex?” My voice faltered. “Oui, oui, the one and only. He said to bring the best of Paris for you. Such taste, that man. You are very lucky, monsieur.”

"She never knew me. When we were young... before I became a rogue... I saw her once. She was with her family. Smiling. Laughing. She was the light in the darkness. And I fell for her. A girl who didn't even know my name." Krag raised an eyebrow. "You... loved her?" Baron nodded. "More than anything." Another rogue muttered, "But she became Luna of the Moonlit Pack..." "Yes," Baron snapped. "She chose Jake. The noble Alpha. The golden boy. While I was left in the shadows... a rogue. Nothing." He paced the hall now, his boots echoing. "So I waited. I trained. I built my army. And when the time was right-I attacked. I didn't just want to hurt Jake. I wanted to destroy him."

She sucked in a deep breath when her eyes landed on his thin lips. How could she forget how they taste. Champagne focus... She mentally scolded her self, reminding herself why she was here in the first place. "I... " She whispered, lowering her eyes. Her heart thudded loudly. "Am here to return this Sir ..." "Nikolai " his deep voice made her eyes look up in confusion. " My name " He added, closing the file in his arms "and you need that money. " Champagne stood still, it's like words had just disappeared deep in her throat.

She had gotten involved with a certain Baron Lefevre, one of the courtiers. On the outside, he seemed the perfect gentleman: dark of hair, tall of stature, with perfect manners, and charm worthy of a prince. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. Apparently, the dear baron’s proclivities included some fairly unusual habits, and the items in his arsenal were much more numerous and diverse than your basic sword and rapier.

(Baron Govane Selspring) Baron Govane Selspring doesn’t hide his contempt and anger any longer. Sitting inside the room, again, were the same figures as yesterday, both Antoine Loland and Louis Franklin The 4th. Both of their faces were grim as they saw and tasted the 2 items inside the metal case. As someone who dabble in this industry they knew what is real and what is not.

He looks older than Stefano,He's covered with tattoos. His chest was flared open and he looked dangerous. Labrinth bowed to him slowly,They exchanged greetings but he was focused on another thing. Me. "Hi Carissima"He greets me in his rich Italian accent. "Hello."I answer simply. His features scare me more as he smiles. "My name is Baron. Labrinth surely knows me. I'm a good friend of your husband." He introduced properly,and I greeted him more warmly. Labrinth isn't enjoying his presence. "Hope you're enjoying the ball?"